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Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting stars


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Stealth born from the streets carried Jer out to the boathouse, his feet barely making a sound as he crept out. His eyes just darted around as he sought out someone that could catch him. Which, if he was caught, the Slytherin would claim he got caught on one of the staircases as it was moving. Then again, considering how often he was not in his own dorms, they probably would give him a detention. He didn't mind that, to be honest. He was just glad that he had gotten to his note before some of his dorm mates found the letter. It avoided a lot of questions about who would have sent it, and why he was going down here at all. Plus, it also avoided the possibility that they would follow him as well.

Getting closer to the structure, he noticed two figures sitting at the building, and he looked them over before he gave a wave and jogged over, deciding that the need for stealth was over. After all, he was this close, he didn't need to be sneaky anymore. He gave Tobi and the older girl a slight salute and a wave, noting that Gypsy wasn't there yet. Neither was that Gryffindor bloke, Jacob. Oh well. Guess that meant that he was still waiting. "'Ey. Ya bo-le o' glue 'ere fer th' chuffin' Buster Keaton, wite? I take i' I'm Liz 'Urley then?"


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Location: Boathouse
Thoughts: Well, three so far...
OOC: ...



I feel the love
And I feel it burn
Down this river every turn
Hope is our four letter word
Make that money
Watch it burn

spaceGypsy made her way down to the boathouse slowly, not so much taking her time as trying to make sure she didn't get caught. She was a bit easy to notice, after all, what with the pink hair and striped pink-and-black jeans. Still, she'd spent enough time with Jer to know how to be mostly silent, at least when it suited her. She saw that a crowd had already gathered when she arrived and slid in to stand next to Jer out of habit more than anything else, bumping her hip against his as she crossed her arms. The Ravenclaw glanced around, making a note of the faces. She tried to recall if they should be expecting anyone else... but she didn't think so. "Take it I was the slowpoke, then?" she asked, eyes turning a bright, cobalt blue. She was rather hoping that tonight, she'd finally get some actual answers as to what exactly this whole thing was. They'd gotten next to nothing at the first meeting they'd been called to, and hell, that'd been ages ago, it seemed. Two years, actually. Or was it three? Either way, that was an awfully long time to apparently be a member of something when you had no idea what it was. "So. What's up?" She almost wanted to snort at how dumb it felt to ask that when she had a million and one questions bubbling up inside her. But, honestly, she didn't even know where to start with those... so, what's up seemed as good a place as any. She just hoped that tonight proved more informative than the first meeting had. Or the one she'd brought Jer to, the one Jacob had organized. Although, she didn't blame him for the lack of information; he needed answers just as badly as she did, after all. They were in the same boat. Hopefully, James would enlighten them all. If not, Gypsy felt like she might beat her head into a wall in annoyance because, dammit, if no one was going to talk then they might as well just drop the damn thing and let them all go about their business. If no one had any answers, it was all a waste of time.


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ஒ ஒ ஒ Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they want to have fun. Oh, girls just want to have fun! ஒ ஒ ஒ

As Valentina walked down towards the Boathouse to go play her violin. She was walking down the stairs thinking about if she will pass this year as she did go to class most of the time but she will not know till her results are sent home. When she got the the boathouse she took out her violin and started to play to relax herself. "So glad my mother was able to send this to me otherwise I would not know what to do with myself." She said to herself "I wonder where are we going to holiday this year or otherwise I should be able to see Summer this year in Spain" She continued to talk to herself. " I will not know until I get home" She said.

As soon as the boats docked, Timmin scrambled for solid ground. Making a show out of it, he moaned dramatically, clutching his stomach. Forcing the first years to cross some creepy squid-infested lake was not alright. The view wasn't even cool. Timmin had seen better castles when he'd gone to France with his mother. Anyway, the guide hadn't spoken to him at all on the ride over, but they were both better for it anyway. The longer the young boy could go without being spoken to the better, else trouble might result that he'd have to worm his way out of. That was how things worked, Timmin opened his mouth to explain how something really was- and ended up being told he was wrong by ridiculous people with overstrong minds and warped realities their parents probably taught them. It was not an occurrence the boy was fond of. He wished people would just listen.

He heard the woman say they'd be escorted to the Great Hall soon, and he picked his shoulders up a little. Soon he could be sorted into Slytherin where his mother had been, eat something decent, and pass out in his dorm. He only hoped the darned escort would hurry up, because his stomach had started to rumble. Timmin knew he wasn't patient, it was a flaw of his that he acknowledged and accepted. Absentmindedly he took out his wand, scrutinizing its surface and turning it around in his hand a few times. He remembered the experience of getting it, the fool behind the counter couldn't get it right. It had taken him five tries, each try causing some small disaster that could've been totally prevented had the idiot known what he was doing. He remembered that during one of the failed attempts, he'd accidentally turned all the lights in the room a deep green, the color of the house he wanted. Maybe in Slytherin he'd find other people who weren't totally brainwashed.



Looks like my brighter side
has gotten a bit darker
I must have stepped over
my four leaf clover
'cause someone drank my
half-filled cup of water

Jayden couldn't help the smirk on his lips when she told him not to make promises he couldn't keep. Did she doubt his ability and prowess for trouble? She shouldn't. Hell he'd gotten into a fight with an upperclassmen before he'd even gotten to the lake. If that wasn't proof right there, then he didn't know what was. As the boat bounced to a stop against the dock of the boat house, he stayed absolutely still. It was his best sign of good faith yet he thought. And he found himself to be rather right when Genevieve turned back to glance at him warily. Thankfully he had gotten most of his jerk moves out of the way for the night. What with his fight with Isla and his jump into the boat and all.


When the girl was safely out of the boat he stood up and climbed out as well, gripping his board with one hand and the dock post with the other to pull himself out with as little rocking of the boat as possible. Once his feet were on solid ground, he propped his skateboard on his shoulder and looked up at the castle. He was glad. The servants hadn't lied to him. The castle was much bigger than his estate back home.


"Of course!" A grin and blue eyes turned towards the girl, a friend if he could call her that. He still wasn't sure, but she was the closest thing he had to a friend for now. At her mention of going inside he once again looked up at the castle. "Hopefully soon. I dunno where I'll be sorted, and I'm not a very patient person." He chuckled at his own stab towards himself. He was sure by now the 4 that had been in the boat with him had figured out that much. Patience was not his forte and damn did he want to know which house he was going to be sorted into. His parents had been Slytherin, but he wasn't so sure that was where he was destined for. Sure he was a jerk enough for it, but he didn't think he was manipulative or sneaky enough to be a snake.